have a two fer' today on my podcast, StevenBailey, on FaceBook. today, LOVE, Sunday;'s Gathering, praise and worship, prayer and intention, and the theme of unraveling the knot.
The dog day's of summer have begun. Seriously folk's. Sirius Lee, the dog star (Sirius) constellation emerges in Oregon's Southeast sky, and rotates throughout the night. It is also the hottest time of the year, leading we human's to siesta's and cool down breaks. Here is a Wikipedia version of this historical reality.
The dog days or dog days of summer are the hot, sultry days of summer. They were historically the period following the heliacal rising of the star system Sirius (known colloquially as the "Dog Star"), which Hellenistic astrology connected with heat, drought, sudden thunderstorms, lethargy, fever, mad dogs, and bad luck. They are now taken to be the hottest, most uncomfortable part of summer in the Northern Hemisphere.
The English name is a calque of the Latin dies caniculares (lit. "the puppy days"), itself a calque of the ancient Greek κυνάδες ἡμέραι kynádes hēmérai.[1] The Greeks knew the star αs Canis Majoris by several names, including Sirius "Scorcher" (Σείριος, Seírios), Sothis (Σῶθις, Sôthis, a transcription of Egyptian Spdt), and the Dog Star (Κῠ́ων, Kúōn).[2] The last name reflects the way Sirius follows the constellation Orion into the night sky.[3] Hey, Orion was a cat in Men In Black.
From Rumi: Today, like every day, we wake up empty, and scared. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down the banjo. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundred's of ways to kneel down and kiss the ground.
A clear bead at the center, changes everything. There are no edges to my loving now. I've heard it said, there's a window that opens from one mind to another. But if there's no wall, there's no need for fitting the window, or the latch.
Who is the luckiest in this whole orchestra? The reed. It's mouth touches your lips to learn music. All reed, sugercane especially, think only of this chance. They sway in the canebrake's, free in the many way's they dance. Without you, the instrument's would die. One sits close beside you. Another takes a long kiss. The tambourine beg's Touch my skin so I can be myself. Let me feel you enter each limb, bone by bone, that what died last night can be whole today. Why live some soberer way, and feel you ebbing out? I won't do it. Either give me enough wine or leave me alone, now that I know how it is to be with you in a constant conversation.
Sometime's a few words go a long way. When well chosen, a few words are the most powerful, allowing the left, reading, brain to give way to heart and wisdom. Rumi say's much, in few words. and as the heart is a lonely hunter, The Ground, No Wall, and the Instrument's should be more than enough for a day. Ruminate upon Rumi. Spit it up, chew it again and enjoy. PS, this is the type of filth, that brought the wrath of the mayor's wife, in The Music Man.
The 13th century Afghan-born Jalaluddin Rumi (1207–1273) is one of the best-selling poets today in the West. His lofty, feel-good verses on the power and virtues of 'love' are embraced by many for their poignancy and inspiration. But as Idries Shah tells us in his comprehensive chapter about Rumi in The Sufis, the Afghan's poetry contains depths of meaning not often understood, or even appreciated. Rumi was also more than just a poet. He worked towards a specific, actionable purpose, Shah says, that went far beyond the emotional value associated with his writing.
Maulana (literally, Our Master) Jalaluddin Rumi, who founded the Order of the Whirling Dervishes, bears out in his career the Eastern saying, ‘Giants come forth from Afghanistan and influence the world.’ He was born in Bactria, of a noble family, at the beginning of the thirteenth century. He lived and taught in Iconium (Rum) in Asia Minor, before the beginning of the Ottoman Empire, whose throne he is said to have refused. His works are written in Persian, and so esteemed by the Persians for their poetic, literary and mystical content that they are called ‘The Qur’an in the Pehlevi tongue’ — and this in spite of their being opposed to the national cult of the Persians, the Shia faith, criticising its exclusivism.
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